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Inside the sunlit kitchen at dawn, Hassan bursts through the doorway still in pajamas. Manar stands by the stove, beaming as she sets a steaming plate of breakfast on the table.
Hassan woke up happy. He ran to the kitchen. "Good morning, Noon!" he called to his mom Manar. She smiled big. "Good morning, my sweet boy!" She gave him yummy breakfast.
Morning light floods the cozy kitchen; Hassan sits at the table, grinning at a fragrant plate of food. Manar bends to hug him, smiling with closed eyes beside the steaming dishes.
Hassan sat at the table. The food smelled so good. "Thank you, Noon!" he said. Manar hugged him. "I made your favorite!" Hassan felt warm and loved.
Still in the bright kitchen, Hassan chews happily, crumbs on his lips. Manar watches from the counter, smiling proudly while he points toward the doorway, imagining a football match outside.
Hassan ate his breakfast. He thought about playing football. "I love kicking the ball!" he said. Manar smiled. "You play so well!" Hassan felt excited inside.
At the breakfast table bathed in golden morning light, Hassan spreads his arms excitedly, declaring plans to build stadiums. Manar stands opposite him, mid-clap, laughing with shining eyes.
"Noon, I want to build stadiums!" Hassan said. Manar clapped her hands. "What a wonderful dream!" Hassan smiled big. "Maybe I can play there too!" They both laughed together.
Karim steps through the kitchen doorway, morning sun framing his silhouette. Hassan, jumping from his chair, meets him in a tight hug while Manar smiles near the stove.
Dad Karim walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, everyone!" he said happily. Hassan jumped up. "Dad!" Karim hugged his son. "How is my champion today?" Hassan felt so happy.
Under the bright ceiling lights, Hassan stands beside the kitchen table declaring his engineering dream. Karim leans forward, hand resting gently on Hassan's head, eyes proud and encouraging.
"Dad, I want to be an engineer!" Hassan said. Karim smiled proudly. "You can be anything you want!" He patted Hassan's head. "I believe in you!" Hassan felt very brave.
"Hassan loves playing football."
thought about football, my great passion. Yes, I love running after the ball and scoring goals. Sometimes, I even dream of becoming an engineer who builds stadiums, and maybe one day I can combine the two—playing and designing.
Hassan smiles at Dad in the kitchen, excited about Uncle Faisal's visit, while Manar stands nearby, also smiling.
"Where is Uncle Faisal?" Hassan asked. "He will visit soon," Dad said. Hassan smiled. "I love Uncle Faisal!" Manar nodded. "He loves you very much too!"
حسن يتحدث بسعادة مع والده كريم في المطبخ.
Hassan remembered when Uncle Faisal helped him. "He always helps me!" Hassan said. Dad smiled. "Uncle Faisal cares about you." Hassan felt thankful. "I want to help others too!"
حسن يجلس مع عمه فيصل
"Family is important," Manar said. Hassan nodded. "We take care of each other!" Karim agreed. "That's right, son." Hassan felt warm inside. "I love our family!"
Still indoors, Hassan wraps both arms around Manar and Karim in a group hug beside the breakfast table. Morning light glows across their joyful faces and half-empty plates.
Hassan looked at his parents. "This is the best morning!" he said. Manar and Karim smiled. "We love you so much!" Hassan hugged them both. "I love you too!"
Outside the front doorway, under clear mid-morning sunlight, Hassan dashes toward the yard clutching a small football. Behind him, Karim steps onto the porch smiling, while Manar waves goodbye from the kitchen doorway.
Hassan finished his breakfast. "I'm ready to play!" he said. Dad stood up. "Let's go have fun!" Manar waved goodbye. Hassan ran outside feeling happy and loved.
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